The Eyes Of It Poem by Marla Smith

The City
Deep inside of it is something we all feel
The place I am
Is sitting on
A Chair
On a rooftop
From there I can see it all

Seeing the rain come at a distance
Hearing the first few drop's fall

Then something inside me stir's
That old habit
That die's hard
Hiding
Waiting to pounce

Pouring
Pounding
The drops are
Feeling like they are trying to beat something out of me
Trying to not to let it pounce

Covered in rain
Slowly I feel something
Happen

The sense of belonging
Even if it isn't my family
The sense of being loved
The thoughts all become a blur

The blur becomes clear
The beat making my body pop
My feet moving
Grooving
To the beat that is beating through my body

Stomping the ground
Pound to the once pavement
To wood now

Not sitting in the chair anymore
But find that my body moves
Like it doesn't belong to me
Not surround by people but by mirrors

Not covered in the wet rain
But covered in a sweat

My eye's meet the mirror's
What look's back at me
Is not me

They belong to an animal
Which bore right though me
And let out a howl

A pool of something deep red surrounds me
Something sticky cover's my clothes and hands
It is the same color as the pool

Then I see what the pool came from
There is a lifeless body laying on the floor
Seen the claw marks that are in his body
Looking at my hands then him

Wondering what I have become.